... a poem about a Haunted House? I haven't, so I wrote one a couple of years ago.
[green]Welcome Home
A Bitter Rustling Breeze -
Stir The Great Oak Trees.
As Crisp Leaves Of Rusty Brown -
Gracefully Spiral To The Ground.
Seemingly Another Chill Autumn Night -
Coal Black Sky –Moon Hangs Low And Is Very Bright.
Body And Soul You Feel A Chill -
When You Step Into The Shadow, Of The House On The Hill.
This House Has Stood For Hundreds Of Years -
And Has Been The Host of Many A Person’s Fears.
Some Who Have Staved There Have Heard Unholy Whispers In Their Ears…
Others Who Have Stayed There – Have Simply Disappeared.
There Is An Evil About This House That You Cannot Deny -
Although It’s Not Visible To The Human Eye.
Inside The Beautifully Decorated Halls -
You Won’t See The Bloodstains On The Walls.
For With The First Light Of Day -
These And Other Horrors Will Slowly Fade Away.
Some Of The Stained Glass Windows, Held By Lead And Tin -
Hold Souls Of The Dead, Forever Trapped Within.
The House Itself Holds No Demon Or Disciple Of Satan…
It’s Evil Alone Leaves It Forsaken.
Inexorably Entering The House - Being Drawn In…
Thin Rays Of Light Struggle Against The Shadows Within.
Entering This House Took More Courage Than You Ever Knew You Had -
But However Courageous – The Decision Was Bad.
Looking Out Of The Windows, Only Seeing The World In White And Black –
Now Realizing That You Can Never Go Back.
A Cold, Heavy Tear Trickles Down Your Transparent Face -
And Falls To The Ground, Not Leaving A Trace.
Welcome Home.[/green]
© 1999 Eric Ensweiler